<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:04:13.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*simplyme*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>539</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-111971145721348824</id><published>2005-06-25T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T22:57:38.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've got a new blog. :)It's not new, so I have to admit that I've had it for a while but I put a passcode on it and didn't let a lot of people know. I guess I was kinda growing up and changing during that time, and you know, just like when a caterpillar is growing and changing into a butterfly, it has to have a cocoon to do all that morphing about in. Hah, I never said I was good at analogies. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111971145721348824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111971145721348824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/06/ive-got-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-111502665391902391</id><published>2005-05-02T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T17:37:33.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i don't know who is going to read this, but what the heck.I'M RUNNING FOR COUNCIL!! :D :D :D :DPLEASE VOTE FOR ME (AND MY GROUP)! BECAUSE WE ARE UNIQUE!WE HAVE NO VISION,NO PLAN,AND NO FREAKING IDEA WHAT WE ARE GOING TO DO!SO WHY SHOULD YOU VOTE FOR US?BECAUSE! WE WILL MAKE LIFE EASIER FOR EVERYONE! :Dhaha. okay that is so lame. anyway, please please vote for us! :)we lubs you muchly!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111502665391902391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111502665391902391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-dont-know-who-is-going-to-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-111227722762777125</id><published>2005-03-31T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T21:57:59.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PICTURES UP!1t08's orientation in sentosa.a random day in the life of ms triggerhappy. :)School rocks so far. I really, really like 1t08, even though I miss t5 sometimes. Ah well. Update more soon.love you guys loads.vann.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111227722762777125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111227722762777125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/03/pictures-up-1t08s-orientation-in.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-111132498593257487</id><published>2005-03-20T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T21:23:05.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:)I realised one thing yesterday.Sometimes you need to have an asshole come along and screw things up a little bit, so that you can see what's really important to you. :)So yes. Thank you, asshole! :) Muchly appreciated.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111132498593257487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111132498593257487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-realised-one-thing-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-111106071490986798</id><published>2005-03-17T19:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T20:08:33.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's nice to know that you were there.Thanks for acting like you cared.______________I actually had a whole long entry to type today.But actually it's quite pointless,to dwell on things that have already happened.I learned alot today actually.I learnt that girls do silly things like spend money on items that they probably won't need/wear just for the sake of spending money to (inadequately) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111106071490986798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111106071490986798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-nice-to-know-that-you-were-there_17.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-111106053730719157</id><published>2005-03-17T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T19:55:37.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's nice to know that you were there.Thanks for acting like you cared.______________I actually had a whole long entry to type today.But actually it's quite pointless,to dwell on things that have already happened.I learned alot today actually.I learnt that girls do silly things like spend money on items that they probably won't need/wear just for the sake of spending money to (inadequately) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111106053730719157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111106053730719157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-nice-to-know-that-you-were-there.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-111094693090740805</id><published>2005-03-16T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T12:22:10.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pics up! :)rockafellaskank and cyf camp!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111094693090740805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111094693090740805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/03/pics-up-rockafellaskank-and-cyf-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-111087285458781025</id><published>2005-03-15T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T15:47:34.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rockafellaskank/CYF Camp.The rockafellaskank was great. I went with the T-Fivers, (Kang, Harrold, Ning, Mag, Boon Wee, Andre, Pervinder, Kalpana, Cheng Hong) and Shawn went too. :) I thought The Redeemed (Io, Johanna, Wyna, Angie and their friend) and Xiaoan's bands were superb and so were most of the other bands. haha, it's cool to see so much talent. and there was this girl from t4 who sang so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111087285458781025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111087285458781025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/03/rockafellaskankcyf-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-111045189162164470</id><published>2005-03-10T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T18:51:31.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's not getting what you want,it's wanting what you've got.________________school was slack again today. mrs winter came in during history period with a surprise though... corinne, jeanette and melissa! wow, was i surprised. haha! turns out, jeanette's thinking of coming to CJC, so corinne and melissa were accompanying her, i think? so they came all dressed in the blue CJ shirts and pinafores, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111045189162164470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111045189162164470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-not-getting-what-you-want-its.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-111037114382496599</id><published>2005-03-09T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T21:38:10.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>don't need the sun to shine to make me smile.don't care if it's dark outside,'cause i've got YOU.and though the rain may fall,no, i won't care at all.'cause baby, i know that i've got you._________________oh, ewww.i'm having (or actually, still having) an utter bad-hair day. my hair is frizzing up like crazy (for no apparent reason, it seems) and it looks like i've got a very angry cat on my head</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111037114382496599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111037114382496599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/03/dont-need-sun-to-shine-to-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-111028335986636991</id><published>2005-03-08T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T20:02:39.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>skipped school in favour of thanksgiving mass at IJ today. (honestly, now that everyone is gone, i'd use any excuse to skip school. it's just so boring, and so not worth it. -makes face-) mass was quite sweet, but it was with a bit of sadness that everyone went i think. knowing that it just might be the last time the go back to IJ before other commitments become too important. :( how saddening. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111028335986636991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111028335986636991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/03/skipped-school-in-favour-of.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-111019479479720850</id><published>2005-03-07T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T19:26:34.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boredbored. so i've decided to let the world know how insane harrold is. ;)harrold: the epitome of crazynuttyfunny. -beams- :)(you better be honoured, i'm not usually so nice!)MSN Nick:Bus fare to peya lebar-$0.43.Sentosa entrance fee-$3.Adrenaline rush from being chased by DM--PRICELESSAnd then there are conversations. :)(after my drawing of a tongue stud)Outpost of tyranny says: it looks like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111019479479720850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111019479479720850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/03/boredbored.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-111019330982792294</id><published>2005-03-07T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T19:09:18.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wanna make you smile whenever you're sad.carry you around when your arthritis is back.all i wanna do is grow old with you. :)______________kang and i were the only two 'runners' who went to school today, and mr tan came to look for us after assembly. actually that was pretty much a relief in itself, i thought Brother Paul would call out our names and tell the school what we'd done! haha. mr tan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111019330982792294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111019330982792294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-wanna-make-you-smile-whenever-youre_07.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-111019340582296241</id><published>2005-03-07T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T19:03:25.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wanna make you smile whenever you're sad.carry you around when your arthritis is back.all i wanna do is grow old with you. :)______________kang and i were the only two 'runners' who went to school today, and mr tan came to look for us after assembly. actually that was pretty much a relief in itself, i thought Brother Paul would call out our names and tell the school what we'd done! haha. mr tan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111019340582296241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111019340582296241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-wanna-make-you-smile-whe_111019340582296241.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-111019327928624959</id><published>2005-03-07T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T19:01:19.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wanna make you smile whenever you're sad.carry you around when your arthritis is back.all i wanna do is grow old with you. :)______________kang and i were the only two 'runners' who went to school today, and mr tan came to look for us after assembly. actually that was pretty much a relief in itself, i thought Brother Paul would call out our names and tell the school what we'd done! haha. mr tan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111019327928624959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111019327928624959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-wanna-make-you-smile-whenever-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-111008943447425003</id><published>2005-03-06T13:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T14:10:34.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>things i'm going to miss about 1t05: the way mag thinks that everyone else is insane except her.the way mag pokes my cheek and draws tortoises on my arms.harrold's quirky comments.the way harrold makes mag laugh!the way i can poke shawn and have him leap into the air.stealing shawn's food, and him not getting mad. (haha.)the way shawn looks when someone irritates him.andre's "what the hell"s.boon</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111008943447425003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111008943447425003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/03/things-im-going-to-miss-about-1t05-way.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-111008815218837207</id><published>2005-03-06T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T13:49:12.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>good afternoon, world! it is yet another lazy sunday. :) got up only a while ago, and had a nice lunch of nasi lemak. now i'm trying to write a letter to mdm damo and ms lee to say sorry about thursday so that maybe there's an offchance that they'll forgive me. i don't think i can bear to look at them tomorrow. -winces- :( ohwells. at least there's only another week to go. i wouldn't be able to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111008815218837207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/111008815218837207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/03/good-afternoon-world-it-is-yet-another.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110999876206041028</id><published>2005-03-05T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T12:59:22.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some days, i couldn't get up,couldn't get down.i was bored of everything.somehow, a little black cloud rained over me.someone was making me ill.i bet you're still, a 2,3,4-letter word.yes, you heard, the pretty little birds fly home...BUT --these days, the world's alright,the sun shines brighti'm kicking out the bad dreams.these days, the sun kicks in,the good guys win,i'm positively </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110999876206041028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110999876206041028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/03/some-days-i-couldnt-get-up-couldnt-get.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110994013462105377</id><published>2005-03-04T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T20:42:14.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I said let's talk about it,as she walked out on me,and slammed the door.but I just laugh about it,cuz she's always playing those games.deep down I know she loves me,but she's got a funny way of showing me how she cares!last night she did a donut on my lawnand drove off with her finger in the air.oh yeah...Sometimes it's black, sometimes it's white.sometimes she's wrong, sometimes I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110994013462105377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110994013462105377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-said-lets-talk-about-it-as-she.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110993961901227992</id><published>2005-03-04T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T12:03:02.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Many faces I have seen.Many places I have been.Walked the deserts, swam the shores (coming closer to you)Many faces I have known.Many ways in which I've grown.Movin closer on my own. (coming closer to you)_______________today was a holiday for the j1s 'cause the A-level results are released today. hope jeremy and alex did well, they were studying hard for it. :) anyhoos! woke up at around ten, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110993961901227992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110993961901227992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/03/many-faces-i-have-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110985076550311630</id><published>2005-03-03T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T19:52:45.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is a very important announcement:if you don't see me in school after monday, please know that i've been suspended. or, if you do see me in school for a loooong while (ie, staying back after school) please know that i'm in detention.confused? haha, you know when i said i'd no balls to actually cut class with the rest of the idiots in my class? yeah. well, as it turns out, i do/did. and it was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110985076550311630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110985076550311630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-is-very-important-announcement-if.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110981405073399482</id><published>2005-03-03T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T09:40:50.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't need to be on somebody's arm to look good.(I like who I am)I'm not saying I don't wanna fall in love 'cos I would.I'm not gonna get hooked up just 'cos you say I should.(Can't romance on demand)I'm gonna wait, so I'm sorry if you misunderstood._______________in school now having mrs winter's lesson. we're in the computer room, and we're supposed to be looking for some website on the cold </summary><link rel='edit' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110977143304037891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110977143304037891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/03/art-class-all-over-again.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110976572090466922</id><published>2005-03-02T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T20:15:20.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cinderella said to Snow White:How does love get so off course?All I wanted was a white knightWith a good heart, soft touch, fast horse.Ride me off into the sunset.Baby, I'm forever yours._______________my eyes are still getting swollen for no apparent reason. no, i've not been crying, and yet this stupid puffiness won't go away. guess it's the haze and all the crap in the air.anyway. school today</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110976572090466922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110976572090466922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/03/cinderella-said-to-snow-white-how-does.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110969009674395900</id><published>2005-03-01T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T23:17:48.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i need to believe.make me believe in you again.please.i'm reminded of one of lun's old nicks.let bastards be bastards.oooh. lots of meaning there, and i wholeheartedly agree.but tell me.why does that bastard have to be you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110969009674395900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110969009674395900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-need-to-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110967728299638652</id><published>2005-03-01T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T19:41:23.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tell her you think she's cool.Tell her why you think she's so cool.Introduce her to your friends as the coolest girl you know.Talk to her in movie theatres.Sit in the park and talk to her.Just talk to her.Hold her hand and skip.Hold her hand and run.Just hold her hand.Take her to cool shops and let her take you to even cooler ones.Take her to the library.Take her anywhere.Tell her dirty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110967728299638652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110967728299638652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/03/tell-her-you-think-shes-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110967592333512415</id><published>2005-03-01T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T19:18:43.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nobody told me we'd only get one chance.I didn't know that our tide would turn so fast.Why we have to say goodbye, I don't understand..._____________skipped school today 'cause, for some reason, i just felt like staying home and sleeping in and spending time with me, myself and i. ooh. doesn't that sound narcisstic? haha. :) anyway, my day's been alright. just bumming around the house and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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place.__________________i'm sorry but i have to type this out. i know that there'll be people who are going to be so pissed at me for blowing this up, but i just have to. i need to let it out, at least for the moment.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110959844993295063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110959844993295063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/02/her-feelings-she-hides.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110934783584131398</id><published>2005-02-26T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T00:10:35.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-- excuse my french.________________ok, no more sms-ing or talking on the phone late at night for me. my phone bill just rocketed -- $132. -cringes- even i don't know how i can use 1500++ messages in a month. no wait, actually i do. hahaha, and i know who to blame too, but i shall not. :) okay, cutting down from now on. i promise! my mummy's so pissed off at me, plus i have to pay my own bills. -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110934783584131398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110934783584131398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/02/excuse-my-french.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110924738705385934</id><published>2005-02-24T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T20:16:27.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-- won't you take a step into the lion's den?________________today was nicee! NE (national education) class today was supremely funny. harrold is just nuts, and he makes everyone laugh, especially me and mag! haha, he's always saying the weirdest and stupidest things. like during ne, when ms lee asked "how would you feel if you were stranded alone on the high seas?" (we were talking about the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110924738705385934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110924738705385934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/02/wont-you-take-step-into-lions-den.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110915178247911258</id><published>2005-02-23T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T17:43:02.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh! i forgot to include. :)two very special people made my day a very happy one. :) i'm not sure why, but yeah. you did! i love you both, seb and joa!-bug hugs-:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110915178247911258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110915178247911258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-i-forgot-to-include.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110915160034975274</id><published>2005-02-23T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T17:40:00.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-- when angry, count to 4.when very angry, swear._________________today was a good day. :) my elbows are still bruised and spotty, and they hurt like a bitch when i bump them or when someone (hint hint, shawners) presses them, but other than that they're fine. haha, strange how i'm the only one in class who has them.anyways. alyssa and bonnie crashed today! and audrey yee too. :) it's always so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110915160034975274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110915160034975274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/02/when-angry-count-to-4.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110906516179486973</id><published>2005-02-22T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T17:39:21.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-- sunshine through my window.that's how you are to me.________________geoggers test today was HORRIBLE. i've pretty much guaranteed myself another F. -makes face- it's just such a yucky subject that i feel absolutely no motivation to study. anyways. besides that, school wasn't so bad. pe was fun! we played volleyball! but now my forearms are totally bruised and battered. and polka-dotted too '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110906516179486973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110906516179486973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/02/sunshine-through-my-window.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110898778917676129</id><published>2005-02-21T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T20:09:49.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-- standing at the edge, looking over._________________before i go into today, let me round up yesterday... i actually studied history! i was getting so fed-up with myself in the afternoon 'cause i kept dozing off somewhere between the proletariats and the bourgeois, between roosevelt and truman and between hitler and stalin. so i finally went down to the library and got myself a book to study! :</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110898778917676129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110898778917676129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/02/standing-at-edge-looking-over.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110886725818143806</id><published>2005-02-20T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T10:40:58.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-- keeping options open, and fingers crossed.lose control._______________yesterday was fun! i met erika early in the morning, 'cause she was passing me tickets to the sajc funfair! went to the funfair with elsa, and saw jared, xiaoan and weijie there with their friends. it was great seeing corinne, tricia, nat choy, cheryl wee and even fidelis again! haha, i hope they're having fun in sa. ohh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110886725818143806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110886725818143806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/02/keeping-options-open-and-fingers.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110872639979760668</id><published>2005-02-18T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T19:33:19.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>talking to chris is great.she's my bratbitch and always will be.i love you, chrissypoo!yeah. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110872639979760668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110872639979760668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/02/talking-to-chris-is-great.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110872224115505924</id><published>2005-02-18T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T18:24:01.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've spent the last hour crying between intervals.to know that you're hurting, hurt me enough.to know that you're hurting and i can't do anything, is much worse.but to know that you're hurting, and i'm the reason for your hurt...it's unbearable.i never knew i was capable of hurting someone so much.i never knew i had this capacity for cruelty.i never knew that i could feel this way about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110872224115505924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110872224115505924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/02/ive-spent-last-hour-crying-between.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110864140761168562</id><published>2005-02-17T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T19:56:47.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-- and though i'd die to know you love me,i'm all alone.isn't something missing?isn't someone missing me?_________________everything changed when i didn't go to school for one and a half days. shawners has SPIKED his hair! haha, and admittedly, it looks nice. :) haha! and maggers didn't come to school today either. we take turns to come to school. haha, lame. anyhoos. total defence rubbish today!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110864140761168562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110864140761168562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-though-id-die-to-know-_110864140761168562.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110864140467198966</id><published>2005-02-17T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T19:56:44.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-- and though i'd die to know you love me,i'm all alone.isn't something missing?isn't someone missing me?_________________everything changed when i didn't go to school for one and a half days. shawners has SPIKED his hair! haha, and admittedly, it looks nice. :) haha! and maggers didn't come to school today either. we take turns to come to school. haha, lame. anyhoos. total defence rubbish today!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110864140467198966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110864140467198966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-though-id-die-to-know-you-love-me_17.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110864126620138774</id><published>2005-02-17T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T19:54:26.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-- and though i'd die to know you love me,i'm all alone.isn't something missing?isn't someone missing me?_________________everything changed when i didn't go to school for one and a half days. shawners has SPIKED his hair! haha, and admittedly, it looks nice. :) haha! and maggers didn't come to school today either. we take turns to come to school. haha, lame. anyhoos. total defence rubbish today!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110864126620138774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110864126620138774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-though-id-die-to-know-you-love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110855346549668305</id><published>2005-02-16T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T19:31:05.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>he's everything you want, he's everything you need.he's everything inside of you that you wish you could be.he says all the right things, at exactly the right time.but he means nothing to you...and you don't know why._________________i stayed home today 'cause i'm sick. it's the stupid flu bug that my mum passed to me. been sneezing and having a runny nose since monday! and yesterday i left </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110855346549668305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110855346549668305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/02/hes-everything-you-want-hes-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110837983182519588</id><published>2005-02-14T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T19:23:39.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy valentine's day to all!for all the couples out there, enjoy your day of 'couple-dom' and for all the singles out there, enjoy your day collecting gifts from admirers and watching all the frantic boyfriends trying to buy last-minute roses and stuffed teddys! :)_________________school today was alright. headed to school and received a bunch of flowers (my favourite ones -- daisies, and in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110837983182519588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110837983182519588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-valentines-day-to-all-for-all.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110826357444368177</id><published>2005-02-13T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T10:59:34.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-- do what you would rather be doing._________________i'm currently in the process of doing my 1800-word essay on tropical savanna grasslands. i've got all the facts and information, but damn. copying it out onto paper by hand is going to be a bitch. haha. :) i found that 'steps to happiness' bit this morning, and i think it's so apt. your humanity is showing just like everyone else's. haha, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110826357444368177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110826357444368177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/02/do-what-you-would-rather-be-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110826281341719392</id><published>2005-02-13T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T10:46:53.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Steps To Happiness.Everybody Knows:You can't be all things to all people.You can't do all things at once.You can't do all things equally well.You can't do all things better than everyone else.Your humanity is showing just like everyone else's.So:You have to find out who you are, and be that.You have to decide what comes first, and do that.You have to discover your strengths, and use them.You have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110826281341719392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110826281341719392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/02/steps-to-happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110812760106534895</id><published>2005-02-11T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T21:13:21.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-- living for that stolen moment,breathing in my frozen time._________________today was alright! i had fun for most part of today. pe wasn't that bad, could've been worse. but shawners was having trouble catching his breath i think. he doesn't have much colour in his face at the best of times, and the whole time i was sitting with him after pe, he had as much colour as a dying goldfish! hope he's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110812760106534895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110812760106534895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/02/living-for-that-stolen-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110794868996661956</id><published>2005-02-09T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T19:33:07.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:) today's post is on tim's blog because i told him i'd update for him, seeing as he's neglected that poor thing for about a year. (hint hint, carol.) so i shall just leave you guys with lyrics. i love. :)__________________I don't want another pretty face.I don't want just anyone to hold.I don't want my love to go to waste.I want you and your beautiful soul...I know that you are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110794868996661956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110794868996661956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/02/todays-post-is-on-tims-blog-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110785265984198900</id><published>2005-02-08T16:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T18:35:45.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday, 7th February.today was marie's birthday! but i wasn't in school to wish her happy birthday, 'cause... i skipped school! haha. let me elaborate. :) i went to school early in the morning to pass stephi the nurses outfits to give to mandy, and then headed out to the busstop to meet dalun (who had lamented to me the day before about his entire lack of interest in attending school today). it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110785265984198900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110785265984198900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/02/monday-7th-february.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110765853749035735</id><published>2005-02-06T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T17:39:50.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-- someday we'll know if love can move a mountain.and someday we'll know why the sky is blue.and someday we'll know,why i wasn't meant for you..._______________went to thomson for lunch and shopping with my mum and brother today. it was alright i guess, if you can count assessment-book-buying exciting. -makes face- haha. oh and alyssa's going to crash cjc too! but apparently she just wants</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110765853749035735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110765853749035735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/02/someday-well-know-if-love-can-move.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110751843930364474</id><published>2005-02-04T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T20:03:58.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-- i bet you never knewwhat you were getting yourself into._________________just read yesterday's post again, and the song lyrics suddenly mean so much more to me. haha, and it only just popped into my head yesterday. ohwells, i shan't think about it so much. thinking does not do anything for van except give her a major headache. :)anyhoos. today was alright. the pain in my side is still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110751843930364474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110751843930364474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-bet-you-never-knew-what-you-were.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110744139514146244</id><published>2005-02-03T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T22:48:19.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the truth of the matter:something so pure, so carnal. and yet so dangerous, and so dark.maggers ponned school again today! i don't know why i bother saying so many sweet stuffs to her when all she does is pangseh me in school. haha. :) but anyhoos. today wasn't that bad, shawners never fails to amuse me. haha. religion class was so stupid! i think everyone in that class hates me lah. because i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110744139514146244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110744139514146244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/02/truth-of-matter-something-so-pure-so.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110735428598268618</id><published>2005-02-02T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T22:39:01.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, I've been watching you,Every little thing you do.Every time I see you danceIn my homeroom class, makes my heart beat fast.I've tried to page you twice,But I see you roll your eyes.Wish I could make it real.But your lips are sealed, that ain't no big deal.'Cause I know you really want me.I hear your friends talk about me.So why you tryin'to do without me,When you got me where you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110735428598268618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110735428598268618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/02/hey-ive-been-watching-you-every-little.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110735340548499495</id><published>2005-02-02T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T22:10:05.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--a funny sort of feeling that i hope i won't feel again.such confusion.today was an alright day. was feeling a bit unhappy when i got to school, so i went down to the track and ran. i think i ran about 1.5km, just trying not to think. haha, who knows, maybe one day i'll fall in love with running? haha. after that my classmates had econs and aomaths so i went and did my work in the canteen. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110735340548499495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110735340548499495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/02/funny-sort-of-feeling-that-i-hope-i.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110725639661298486</id><published>2005-02-01T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T19:13:16.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:)that, as nat calls it, is [dotdotbracket] -- in other words, a smile. and that smile is for some very special people. you two know who you are, i don't have to say it. haha, but i know one of you probably won't ever see this. haha. :) ohwells. thanks, you guys.________________anyhoos! today was a badddd day. haha, nobody wanted to pon school with me, and look how it turned out! haha. well</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110725639661298486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110725639661298486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/02/that-as-nat-calls-it-is-dotdotbracket.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110717398643316763</id><published>2005-01-31T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T20:19:46.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love i love! :D___________________When God decided to inventEverything he took oneBreath bigger than a circustentAnd everything begunWhen man decided to destroyHimself he picked the wasOf shall and finding only whySmashed it into because.__________________" Some men break your heart in two,Some men fawn and flatter,Some men never look at you;And that clears up the matter."__</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110717398643316763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110717398643316763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-love-i-love-d-when-god-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110717239437927191</id><published>2005-01-31T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T19:53:14.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mmm, monday today. not too bad, as mondays go. didn't run in the morning 'cause my stomach was feeling queasy. -sighs- still, just as well 'cause i didn't have anyone to run with me too. sobs! why doesn't anyone like running? (haha, actually i don't really like it, but suddenly i feel the need to whip my flabby body back into shape. haha, yes i'm senseless.) anyhoos! chinese wasn't too bad i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110717239437927191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110717239437927191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/01/mmm-monday-today.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110709098200510059</id><published>2005-01-30T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T21:55:06.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>back blogging. :) sunday's over, and monday looms. haha, and like most mondays i'm looking forward to going back to school. :) 1t05 may not be as mad as the other classes (i think we're pretty good students actually!) but we entertain ourselves all the same. haha. and i haven't done a stitch of work since friday. goodness me, i'm losing my resolution already? haha. ooh, just changed my skin too. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110709098200510059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110709098200510059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/01/back-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110705040441180291</id><published>2005-01-30T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T21:21:16.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Midnight workings weather down the story line.I try to find the truth between all the lies,And bleeding is feeling and feeling ain't real.Will I see when I open my eyes?(Will I see when I open my eyes?)When breathing's a burden we all have to bear.And trust is one thing we're taught never to share.Somehow you just seem to shine,When loving means breaking and saying goodbye. And I can't help but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110705040441180291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110705040441180291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/01/midnight-workings-weather-down-story.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110704868765392911</id><published>2005-01-30T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T09:31:27.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every fish that escapes seems bigger than it really is.yesterday was a great day, and i really enjoyed myself! mmm, let's see. the day started with going out with daddy and my brother of course. but then after that, dad gave me some money and told me to buzz off. haha, i guess he wanted to talk to my brother. yupp, so called joachim first and he said he couldn't, then called elsa and she said </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110704868765392911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110704868765392911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/01/every-fish-that-escapes-seems-bigger.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110681168884088125</id><published>2005-01-27T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T15:41:28.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For every hero, there's at least one shero.hello all! i'm in school now using one of their computers to blog. they're all having econs now, and that's why i'm deathly bored. :) mmmm, let me try to remember what happened today.maggers and i ponned religion class and had ethics lesson with our classmates instead. mag says that ethics is better, but i'm not sure which is worse actually! they're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110681168884088125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110681168884088125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/01/for-every-hero-theres-at-least-one.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110674171793603309</id><published>2005-01-26T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T20:15:17.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PICUTRES UP!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110674171793603309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110674171793603309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/01/picutres-up.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110674164477630914</id><published>2005-01-26T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T20:14:04.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Moderation in everything except love.HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEPHI!the first of the bitches to turn 17! :) i hope you liked the surprise today, and i'm sorry if it was a bit muddled at first. haha, things have a way of turning out in ways not quite what you expected it to be. haha. :) you're my sweetie girl, and nothing will ever change our friendship, because we're also bitches! haha. i love you so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110674164477630914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110674164477630914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/01/moderation-in-everything-except-love.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110665347171137598</id><published>2005-01-25T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T19:44:31.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God has a sense of humour.today was a pretty alright day at school. let's start at the beginning. hmmm, religion class was plain stupid. yeah, i know it sounds blasphemous for a Catholic to say it, but it's just silly! the teacher can barely control the class, and i don't even know anyone there except maggers and joshua. (oh, and this guy damien who was in my marymount kindergarten class. can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110665347171137598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110665347171137598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/01/god-has-sense-of-humour.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110639787485712060</id><published>2005-01-22T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T20:44:34.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prove them wrong.i truly believe that for people as competitive as me, that phrase ^^ can be one of the most powerful motivation phrases ever. :) oh, and speaking of competitive people. y'know, ever since i entered cj, most of the guys i've gotten to know are leos! haha, or aries, if you count matt and this other guy whose name eludes me. haha. how cool. and here i thought the only other leo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110639787485712060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110639787485712060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/01/prove-them-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110613414811103107</id><published>2005-01-19T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T20:20:04.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dream in C O L O U R.haha, yesterday's entry makes me sound like a depressed loon. ahaha. well anyway! that should be pmsing-ness, period's due soon i think? but yes, i shall not discuss female anatomy with you lot. :) in other news, rach's leaving today... how saddening. everyone is running off everywhere, yilin, rach. -makes face- i would say more but that blasted brother of mine wants the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110613414811103107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110613414811103107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/01/dream-in-c-o-l-o-u-r.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110604472368006359</id><published>2005-01-18T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T18:38:43.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes Silence can be so loud...today was alright, typical as days go. had religious class (well, a briefing only) in the morning which wasn't too bad. sat with elsa, and that girl really cracks me up! plus got to see and talk to wyna and johanna. it's so irritating, that even though we're in the same school, we hardly see each other at all, sometimes for days. -makes face- i miss secondary </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110604472368006359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110604472368006359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/01/sometimes-silence-can-be-so-loud.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110561569709753252</id><published>2005-01-13T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T19:28:31.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The reward for conformity is that everyone likes you except yourself.right, let's see what happened today. hmmm, history tutorial this morning was cool! ms narindar is pretty interesting and she knows a lot of stuff, so i felt a bit stupid at times. -screws up face- haha. bu on the whole it was a great lesson. :) actually all the history teachers are nice, except that mrs winter seems 'pms-y' </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110561569709753252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110561569709753252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/01/reward-for-conformity-is-that-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110543995496822897</id><published>2005-01-11T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T18:42:58.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Write it in your hearts that every day will be the best day of your life.well. today really wasn't the best day! haha, let me tell you what happened. first things first, we had a GP test. and the questions were really difficult! yeesh. i'm doomed lah. :/ anyways. after that we had pe, and our pe teacher is bloody insane (but not as testosterone-driven as the other one! he was soo funny, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110543995496822897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110543995496822897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/01/write-it-in-your-hearts-that-every-day.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110524946437219910</id><published>2005-01-09T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T13:44:24.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anyone who has never made a mistake, has never tried anything new.formal schooling starts tomorrow, and i'm wondering if i can keep up with the demands of jc life. haha, when am i not, right? lols. but yesterday has made me think about it even more, because i argued with that mother of mine again. she's infuriating! you would've thought that, seeing as i am going to turn 17 in  a few months, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110524946437219910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110524946437219910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/01/anyone-who-has-never-made-mistake-has.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110515450695423571</id><published>2005-01-08T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T11:21:46.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The most wasted of all days is the day when we have not laughed.before i start -- i sound like a toad. i've had a sorethroat for the past 9 days, i think? and because of the cheering and yelling that we had to do at orientation, it's not had time to get better. -makes face- i sound yucky. anyways! let me tell you about yesterday, our last and final day of orientation. :)we had introductory </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110515450695423571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110515450695423571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/01/most-wasted-of-all-days-is-day-when-we.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110501924473167546</id><published>2005-01-06T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T21:47:24.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's not who you are that holds you back. It's who you think you're not that does.haven't updated for a while, so i shall try to summarize! :) anyways. on tuesday, we were spilt up from our IGs after quite an interesting day (i have now grown to really really really like bhangra dancing!) and into our classes. i was so sad! i mean, we were just getting closer to one another in our IG and now it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110501924473167546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110501924473167546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-not-who-you-are-that-holds-you.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110474553774637515</id><published>2005-01-03T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T17:45:37.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The positive thinker sees the invisible, feels the intangible and achieves the impossible.haha, now doesn't that quote sound like something brenda wan or ms tan would say? haha. :) anyway! first day of school today, and it was quite an experience. haha. let me start at the beginning. went to CJC pretty early, and waited and waited for stephi. met sheryl instead, while waiting, and we waited for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110474553774637515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110474553774637515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/01/positive-thinker-sees-invisible-feels.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110466459860218796</id><published>2005-01-02T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T19:16:38.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Action may not always mean happiness, but there is no happiness without action.Top 5 Things That I Have (Fortunately) Not Done in 20041. killed a particular amaths teacher.2. failed my chemistry prelims.3. run away from home.4. run away from school.5. stopped going to church entirely.Top 10 Things That I Have (Unfortunately) Not Done in 20041. passed my amaths.2. gotten a tongue </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110466459860218796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110466459860218796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/01/action-may-not-always-mean-happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110455378774811073</id><published>2005-01-01T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T12:29:47.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pictures are up! :)i've edited the carolling pictures, now there's both days. plus i've put up last night's D&amp;D too. :)oh, and i forgot to mention: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAWN TEO! :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110455378774811073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110455378774811073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/01/pictures-are-up-ive-edited-carolling.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110455117132283889</id><published>2005-01-01T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T11:46:35.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;1:19am, 1st January 2005&gt;i hope you don't mind,i hope you don't mind,that i put down in words...how wonderful life iswhen you're in the world.-sighs- and you thought the year would never end! well, it has, unfortunately. or fortunately, whichever way you look at it. it's been about an hour since my mother picked my up from Yishun Safra! alotta the CYF members all went down to celebrate! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110455117132283889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110455117132283889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-hope-you-dont-mind-i-hope-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110440243140335115</id><published>2004-12-30T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T18:27:11.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paint Brush - Bettie B. Youngs.I keep my paint brush with meWherever I may go,In case I need to cover upSo the real me doesn't show.I'm so afraid to show you meAfraid of what you'll do -- thatYou might laugh or say mean things.I'm afraid I might lose you.I'd like to remove all my paint coatsTo show you the real, true me,But I want you to try and understand,I need you to accept what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110440243140335115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110440243140335115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2004/12/paint-brush-bettie-b.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110431520712790734</id><published>2004-12-29T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T18:13:27.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is what a handwriting analysis thingy said about my handwriting! :)Vanessa has a healthy imagination and displays a fair amount of trust. She lets new people into her circle of friends. She uses her imagination to understand new ideas, things, and people.haha, a good imagination? more like full of bullshit! ;)Vanessa is very self-sufficient. She is trying not to need anyone. She is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110431520712790734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110431520712790734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-is-what-handwriting-analysis.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110421628089360038</id><published>2004-12-28T14:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T14:49:50.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>realised i haven't blogged in a while. carolling was great, i thought this year's one was comparably better to last year's, but then again, who am i to judge? haha. even though i kinda screwed up my lines (trust my luck to be stuck with a new song that is the most weirdly-tuned thing i've ever heard) i still think it wasn't that bad. haha and i'm SURE cally found it memorable too eh? lols!went </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110421628089360038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110421628089360038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2004/12/realised-i-havent-blogged-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110362557240616443</id><published>2004-12-21T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T18:54:28.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>let me tell you how my day went today. :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110362557240616443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110362557240616443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2004/12/let-me-tell-you-how-my-day-went-today.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110345975852490337</id><published>2004-12-19T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T20:35:58.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhhh. for some reason, i feel highly antagonized. like there are so many things i need to do and not enough time, and too many people who need something from me. hah, and look here, school hasn't even started? -makes face-anyways. today my mother decided that, for some asinine reason, CJC would be open on a Sunday so we took a drive down, and it wasn't open! what a surprise. really, my mother </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110345975852490337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110345975852490337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2004/12/ahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110338124348733236</id><published>2004-12-18T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T22:55:03.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I close my eyes when I get too sad,I think thoughts that I know are bad.Close my eyes and I count to ten,Hope it's over when I open them.I want the things that I had before,Like a star wars poster on my bedroom door.I wish I could count to ten,Make everything be wonderful again.Hope my mom and I hope my dadWill figure out why they get so mad.Hear them scream, I hear them fightThey </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110338124348733236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110338124348733236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-close-my-eyes-when-i-get-too-sad-i.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110324991972400211</id><published>2004-12-17T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T10:18:39.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on the 3rd of january 2005, at 8 am, i will be reporting toCatholic Junior College.you cannot believe how relieved i am. i thought i'd committed the most gigantic mistake of my life, but thank God (seriously!) that i didn't screw it up. :) for those of you who are now confused because i have been proclaiming my deep love for ACJC, no i have not completely lost my mind. there will be plenty of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110324991972400211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110324991972400211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2004/12/on-3rd-of-january-2005-at-8-am-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110283529393740777</id><published>2004-12-12T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T15:08:13.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mmm, lots of things have happened that i should blog about. i'll begin with friday. :)on friday, my mum, brother and me woke up really early and went to pulau ubin with her colleagues. it's sort of like a 'family day' kinda thing, where all the kids and families can go. and before we left s'pore, i saw a jellyfish! first time i've seen one so upclose. haha, it was pink! with long traily tentacles</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110283529393740777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110283529393740777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2004/12/mmm-lots-of-things-have-happened-that.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110257146464764516</id><published>2004-12-09T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T13:51:04.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>love is a touch, a gentle embrace.a smile, a laugh, a simple grace.love is soft skin upon your own.love is never being alone.love is patient, love is pure.love is one thing i know for sure.love keeps us close, my friends and i.love never ends though we may die.love is a tear, shed without hate.love is a heartbeat, felt too late.love is a feather from an angel's wing.love is the means by which we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110257146464764516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110257146464764516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2004/12/love-is-touch-gentle-embrace.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110208178273775858</id><published>2004-12-03T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T21:49:42.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just read linn's blog. that party girl is finally in thailand and missing all of us (including me, i hope!) in singapore. tasha's going to england after acjc (i think?) and shireen's going to aussie. kinda ironical isn't it? we can't wait to leave IJ and get our hair dyed, our tongues pierced (well, me anyway!), and do all the things that we were never allowed to do in school, and yet once we're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110208178273775858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110208178273775858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2004/12/just-read-linns-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110208157234163506</id><published>2004-12-03T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T21:46:12.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all of us at this restaurant on the last day of school.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110208157234163506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110208157234163506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2004/12/all-of-us-at-this-restaurant-on-last.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110197454564479451</id><published>2004-12-02T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T16:02:25.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wyna and qb! haha. i seriously hope sam doesn't mind. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110197454564479451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110197454564479451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2004/12/wyna-and-qb-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110197447294354986</id><published>2004-12-02T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T16:01:12.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i finally feel like blogging. :)lately i've found myself in no mood to blog even though the blasted exams are over, which is quite disturbing for someone who likes to pen down every single thought. haha. well, let's see. today i'm sick with the flu, which means i'm now bitch supreme. oh, and i went to an interview at ntuc earlier this morning (i've been going down there -- a ten minute walk from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110197447294354986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110197447294354986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-finally-feel-like-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110181473284833719</id><published>2004-11-30T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T19:38:52.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>marie, erika, corinne, rox, carol, sam and me. (taken from sam's pics again.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110181473284833719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110181473284833719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2004/11/marie-erika-corinne-rox-carol-sam-and.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110181469582274490</id><published>2004-11-30T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T19:38:15.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me and sam :) (taken from sam's pics)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110181469582274490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110181469582274490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2004/11/me-and-sam-taken-from-sams-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110181379748061631</id><published>2004-11-30T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T19:23:17.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and all of us ready to go out! (clockwise) jolene, inka, tricia tan, bonnie, mat, val and me. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110181379748061631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110181379748061631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2004/11/and-all-of-us-ready-to-go-out.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110181374352124707</id><published>2004-11-30T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T19:22:23.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me and tricia yeo. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110181374352124707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110181374352124707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2004/11/me-and-tricia-yeo.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110181370558914138</id><published>2004-11-30T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T19:21:45.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>graduation night 2004. :) me, mat and tricia tan. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110181370558914138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110181370558914138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2004/11/graduation-night-2004.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110078297618101004</id><published>2004-11-18T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T21:02:56.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yeah, right back atcha. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110078297618101004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110078297618101004'/><link rel='alternate' 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title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110078287822497393</id><published>2004-11-18T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T21:01:18.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-shakes head- :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110078287822497393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110078287822497393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2004/11/shakes-head.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110078281948257820</id><published>2004-11-18T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T21:00:19.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-snicker- ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110078281948257820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110078281948257820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2004/11/snicker.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-110042873275240835</id><published>2004-11-14T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T18:38:52.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAHAHA. (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110042873275240835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/110042873275240835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2004/11/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-109990327103148675</id><published>2004-11-08T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T16:41:11.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i don't think i can say much today without sounding like a complete dipshit.i'm pretty drained. and my head is pounding.O's end next friday for me, at 6pm.bloody finally.in any case, i've been watching sex and the city.many thanks to natters.it's sex education all over again. wahahaha."Sex with an ex can be depressing. If it's good, you don't have it anymore; if it's bad, you just had sex</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/109990327103148675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/109990327103148675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-dont-think-i-can-say-much-today.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-109885149319074017</id><published>2004-10-27T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T12:31:33.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everytime our eyes meet,This feeling inside me,Is almost more than I can take.Baby when you touch me,I can feel how much you love me.And it just blows me away.I've never been this close to anyone or anything,I can hear your thoughts,I can see your dreams.I don't know how you do what you do,I'm so in love with you, it just keeps getting better.I wanna spend the rest of my life with you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/109885149319074017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/109885149319074017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2004/10/everytime-our-eyes-meet-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603334.post-109885081139716362</id><published>2004-10-27T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T12:20:11.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been reading up on japan.am glad to report that i've memorized japan in one hour!-smiles- at least i'm getting somewhere.social studies o-level exam is coming up.everyone is spotting chapters and stuff.and they've left out venice!-sobs- i like venice. it's pretty interesting! hahaha.well, just hope what they say will come out will come out.anyways.was supposed to go to school today for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/109885081139716362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603334/posts/default/109885081139716362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodimples.blogspot.com/2004/10/been-reading-up-on-japan.html' title=''/><author><name>drugs,sex,rock&amp;amp;roll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
